In the midst of essays and exams, I find myself missing home and summer memories. It may be April, but I feel like so much has to happen before I can actually embrace the warmth and freedom of summer. So many of my memories are of driving with the windows down, on those beautiful, bright days that turn into warm, breezy summer nights, with Bruce Springsteen playing as the soundtrack of my summer.
Maybe because it's April and yet, it's snowing outside that I'm struggling to hold onto some hope that those summer days and nights are coming soon. My favourite melancholy covers of Bruce Springsteen seem to epitomize my reminiscent mood, enjoy.
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